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Dear bigger, thicker, more fuller, curvaceous, adventurous woman that you are.
I have been thinking about you for a long time. I guess you’ve been on my mind because I’ve been a fan of yours for the longest time.
A fan is maybe not the right term… I should say I love YOU!

Big girl, thick girl, PHAT, whatever you call yaself…. sheeeeeet you may just call yourself woman but I have been watching you for the longest time and I cannot get enough of you.
Maybe it’s because I’ve grown up in a black household of big women with bigger shapes, bigger personalities and bigger behinds.
I don’t know.
Whatever it is… I’ve got a MAJOR crush on you.

This crush has not been helped thanks to the existence of such beautiful big women such as Jill Scott, who is tip top on my list of big women who will find herself in a “situation” if she ever tripped and fell in front of me.

(Careful Jill…)

See, I’m not gonna write to you and say something like, ‘oh, I like your big personality’, that, to me, is quite offensive. What the fuck is a big personality?

Just because a woman is big, doesn’t mean she is super jolly and armed with a jolly sense of living life to the fullest, just because she’s big and the only thing to make her smile is a keen sense of carpe diem.

NO!

I’m here to say I love your curves.
You may be siting on a size 18 shape, with one or two rolls across the middle but I freaking love you just the same. You and the rolls.
I’m not sure about you but those stretch marks, the fullness of you, the way you look DELICIOUS when you put a corset on, the general warmth of you, etc.
All of that together makes me a willing visitor to the church of the big woman where you are praised.

I don’t ponder to stereotypes of you; that your a good cook, that you laugh a lot and that your belly jiggles when you giggle. (Well that last one maybe true, but still, doesn’t mean I love it any less.)
I’m talking to those real big women. You know who you are.
Your size, to me, is irrelevant. The attraction to you is what’s important.
The fact that there’s more of you; more to kiss, more to lick, more to taste, more to be around.
More often than not you can cook ya ass off and being in your company is always the shit.

Now, I haven’t said anything about your sex because, well, I thought I would keep it clean and clean. But since I’m talking about it… you are the SYYYYYYYYRUP!
That means you taste great at all times, you look great when your poured and covering me, when you give head the world is alright with me and I always keep a bottle of you close by.
A thick woman, possibly verging on bbw (that’s big black woman) is the dream of dreams and to be able to sexually engage with one is nothing short of a life experience.
Sure, like any woman, she has the same nuts and bolts as a smaller woman but there’s MORE of ’em … and their nuts and bolts are bigger too…

As everyone knows, there ain’t no party like a thick girl head party cuz that shit will make toes curl all night!
The pleasure of having a larger woman between your thighs is something I can talk about but I won’t be able to fully create the picture of how GOOD it is.
Ya mouth, thankfully, is quite accommodating… that’s the nice way of saying ‘quite large’. Ever so helpful when you are throwing ya NECK in, tongue sliding and deepthroating, quite easily I might add. (Check out any bbw porn video of a thick woman giving head and you’ll witness a sight of pure genius thinking.)

This letter isn’t just about how sexy you look in amateur-recorded videos watched on phone screens, its about more than that part of you.
Some of the most wildest experiences of my career have involved thick, full figured, sometimes more ass than you ever thought you could feasibly challenge women.
But it’s not just the wildness of you, it’s just about you.
I can’t explain why the stretch marks you rub religiously with cocoa butter endear, the way you fill clothes with your shapely ways attract me and the beauty I see in you addicts me.
I thank God you exist.
I kinda thank God that no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to shift that last piece of weight that hangs onto you.
I understand you may be relatively self-conscious to stand without covering yourself but I LOVE to stare at you naked… curves, bumps and all.

These are the things that make you so damn delectable to me and I just wanna say… thank you.

Thank you for walking and switching that ass like that, thank you for filling out those jeans (sometimes spilling out), thank you for walking past with that amazing cleavage, thank you for knowing how to REALLY take a spank on the ass, thank you for such expert head, thank you for constantly inspiring my dirty mind, thank you for filling out corsets, thank you for being blessed with such stature.